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Aborigine Lyrics

Artist: Pulp
Album: Masters Of The Universe

Starts so slowly, just a place to staySomewhere warm where they can spend their daysAir is stagnant and he feels uncleanHair hangs greasy and he smells obsceneSomething's happened and it's not so goodbroken bottles in the face of loveMottled flesh under the harsh strip-lightNylon sheets to keep them warm at nightOnce it's started it can never stopfills his head with a dark damp fogIn the distance is a constant crygrowing louder as the years go byDays get longer and he starts to drinkspews his stomach in the kitchen sinkTells his children they should have respectTells his wife that she's a nervous wreck

He hates his wife and he hates them allHe hates his wife and he hates them all

Can't be bothered when it's all the sameleave it long enough, it goes awayIn the meantime stomach turns to fatShe tries to tell him but he can't have thatShe's only jealous and she's telling liesStanding naked in his flesh disguiseIt took him months to get her into bednow he's got her he just wants her deadShe wants excitement and she needs romanceall she gets are dirty underpantsStupid animal that can't know whysomething's wrong so someone has to dieThe wind is blowing and the rain falls downSends his family on a trip down townSees them die in a burning wreckSees them burn, smokes a cigarette

He hates his wife and he hates them allHe hates his wife and he hates them all

He knows he's finished but he can't stop nowand he wants to end it but he can't see howand it's all in pieces, thrown it all awayOh, but he's not ugly, he just looks that wayAnd he wants some quiet and he needs it nowbut the scream he's started's getting far too loudand he still pretends he does it just for nowHis day will come he'll lose it all somehowKilling time until his ship arrivesbeen dead ten years but he's still aliveand the time is wasted and the ship has sunkbut he hasn't noticed and he comes home drunkand he's just dead weight, he'll never leave the groundHe tries to stand but he keeps falling downand it's hard to know he doesn't count for muchHe's not a has-been, just a never-wasOh he hates his wife and he hates them all